You and Liam walked hand-in-hand through the streets of London, snowflakes drifting down around you both. A gentle winter breeze tugged at your scarves. “Let’s go over here, love,” he said, guiding you towards a small park.
You sat together on a half-frozen bench. “My bum is freezing,” you laughed, feeling the chill seep through your coat. Liam smiled, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
Anxiety fluttered in your chest, eager to know what he was thinking. As always, the moment would arrive when you understood. "I've been waiting to do this for a while," he murmured, his voice low. Before you could respond, his lips met yours.
His kiss was soft, a surprising warmth against the cold. The chill of the winter air faded as you lost yourself in the moment, completely forgetting the frozen bench and the swirling snowflakes.
Liam pulled back, and a smile bloomed on your face. "I've been waiting for that too," you whispered, mirroring his own anticipation. Together, you walked back home, settling on the sofa to watch *Toy Story* while sipping hot cocoa, the warmth of the kiss lingering between you.